“I don’t trust you to be conscious right now,” he said. She felt his resonance, delicate as the prick of a needle. Heaviness swept through her like a black tidal wave, dragging her down. “No…” she choked out, not sure what she was protesting. Everything. But the world slipped from her grasp. She was dimly aware of her legs being lifted onto the bed, the duvet pulled over her. “I’m so sorry.”
